LMAO!!! That reminds me of a hunt I had back in 1976. Came home from college to Georgia. The family went deer hunting and my dad told me I could use his new stand he built (my brother had the only Baker. This was back before climbers were really available. The morning dawned cold, drizzly and windy. My dad takes me to his new stand in the dark. We get there and 20 feet up is the top of a tree sawed off in a crotch with a plank nailed to the stump. Not being a hateful son, I got into that thing. Oh, did I say the wind was blowing. I sat there and as light came, deer were running the trail right below me. Great spot if he had built that thing 30 yards off the trail. So along comes a shooter and I'm trying to aim and the wind is rocking that stand about 2' side to side. I got dizzy sea sick looking thru the scope. I climbed down and that was the 1st and last time that stand was ever used. My brothers and I bust my dads chops about that stand every now and then. Trip